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    Yu Nuan really has no strength, so there is nothing more to say.

    After saying those words, I couldn't resist the feeling of sleepiness, and fell asleep in his arms.

    In fact, for the current her, every day is cherished, because the dizziness and pain in the brain are multiplying day by day, so it is not that she will be able to develop inertia after enduring it for one day, and then accept the second day.  Pain.

    Perhaps that plot was the most important turning point in Miss Yu's life, so it was sharper and more terrifying than the previous urging, as if dozens of fire alarm bells were set in the brain, although it was silent, it made Yu Nuan feel faintly in his eardrums.  All will be pierced.

    It also seemed that there was an invisible blunt knife slowly oppressing her bit by bit from the head. Although it was not sharp, it penetrated a little bit every day until the head could not bear it and cracked open.

    But Yu Nuan still did not give up.

    She thought, if she bears these things, it doesn't really matter.

    If you can persist for a day, it is a day.

    She will not just give up her child.

    If she was going to kill herself sooner or later, who said her persistence was meaningless?

    ? After only a dozen days, Yu Nuan lost some weight again. Although she didn't reach the point of being skinny, she was obviously very weak. She was like a small cat in the brocade quilt, silently.

    Sometimes Yu Nuan even feels that all her weight may be on the child in her womb.

    The emperor stayed with her more and more time.

    In the past, it was common for her not to see him for ten days and a half months.

    Because he is too busy with complicated government affairs and state affairs, he really doesn't have more time to spend with a little girl.

    Although she is the emperor's heart, but this man's identity is doomed, even the most beloved woman is far from enough to occupy his life.

    So the emperor always left her the most precious things and gave her the most interesting things, but he was the only one missing.

    But now, everything is so different.

    Almost except for morning court and business meetings, he has never been to other places.

    Even the writing desk for reviewing the memorials was moved into the dormitory.  All of Yu Nuan's needs are served by the emperor himself, such as dressing and combing hair, or washing and taking a walk, as long as he is free, he will definitely accompany her in person.

    When Yu Nuan woke up, she enjoyed the tranquility with him alone, and when she fell asleep, holy hands from various parties frequently came and went in and out of the temple.

    But even so, in the past few days, there is no way to implement it.

    Judging from the pulse, Yu's illness is getting worse and worse, but no one can point out where the injury is and how to prescribe the right medicine.

    What they only know is that she is drowsy day by day, and even her ability to think is less, and everything becomes slow and painful, as if only drowsiness is the only way for her to exist in the world.

    When it comes to curing the brain, no one is sure about such a thing, and no one can guarantee that she will be cured unscathed for such an unknown disease, so I have to use the most common way to warm her up, and dare not step on the wrong path  wrong.

    When they discuss their condition, they will go to the imperial study.

    The emperor seldom spoke, just listened to their loud debate, and slowly took notes on the sidelines.

    It wasn't until the royal physicians fell silent for a while that he slowly called everyone who had just spoken to come forward and questioned what that person had said.

    When His Majesty speaks, there is no redundant tone, the conditioning is clear, precise and concise, but the person he is questioning can't help but sweat profusely.

    Over time, the doctors' private thoughts that were not on the table fell through, and they didn't dare to use arguments to suppress others, they only dared to think clearly before speaking.

    His Majesty even asked everyone to come up with different ways every day, write them down and submit them.  If you can't think of it, just stay in the study until you think of a way.

    As long as there is something to say, there will be a big reward.

    Everyone has learned over the years, but they are stumped by Yu's illness.

    After all, it is His Majesty's heart and soul. I really tried other methods, but failed. No one can take responsibility.

    Li Weisheng, who was a student of Beihai medicine, cupped his hands to the emperor one morning and said, "Your Majesty, there is a way for the grassroots to delay your mother's illness. It's just a blind medicine, maybe"

    The emperor's slender fingers held the pen, wrote a line on the clear paper, and pondered: "Hu Xuecao?"

    Li Weisheng was a little surprised, and respectfully said: "Exactly. If you calm down with this herb, your empress may be able to keep her immortal life for half a year."

    Since the emperor was young, he had the habit of reading books.bsp; The strength could almost crush her wrist, Yu Nuan even heard the sound of her bones about to crack, but in despair, she couldn't move at all.

    When she looked up again in a trance, she met a pair of bloodthirsty and cold eyes that seemed to have stepped out of purgatory.

    The demon pinched her neck condescendingly, and even showed a treacherous and terrifying smile. The strength made her tremble in pain, and those slender fingers kissed by her were stained with her blood, thick, and couldn't help but groan.  flow down.

    That posture was cold and frightening, he seemed to have been dug out by Liuhe, and his expression was gloomy and terrifying.

    There was a sharp buzzing sound of "clang clang"¡ªthe Liuhe sword with a cold light fell off the bed, and the blood from her neck slowly flowed from the blade, which was so red and sticky that it made people jump in fear.  The color of blood spread to the floor of the bedroom, still carrying the temperature of the blood on the neck, blending with the cold and quiet stone bricks.

    Yu Nuan's eyelids trembled slightly, tears rolled down uncontrollably, but his hands fell down, and the last trace of will collapsed.

    It seems that something has burst from the body.

    There is no pain, but there is a trace of itching and relief, like cold spring water pouring on the Tianling Gai.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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